𝝤𝙍𝝤𝙍𝝤.

“ …….. “

you’re eager, my king. can’t say i blame you.

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Storm

⚡️ Storm ⚡️

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓛𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑻𝐈͟𝐆͟𝐄͟𝐑 𝓓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Yal got Rogue in 1st place like yal even play tanks 😭 Windriders get to WORK!

@KineticGambler @concussivebeam @REBORNINFERNO —then at Scott. “We need to move. That thing is gone, but Baal is not. And whatever he was guarding… someone else will finish what he started." She rolls her shoulder. "Jean. can you hear me? Come down. We must regroup and plan ahead.” #𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑿 x #𝑶𝑴𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬

@KineticGambler @concussivebeam @REBORNINFERNO And somewhere above the lingering smoke, she can feel the familiar hum of the phoenix. "She did it." There is no surprise in her voice. Only acknowledgement. Only the quiet pride of someone who has stood beside Jean Grey through worse things than this. Ororo looks at Remy—

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 #𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑿 ⠀⠀⠀⠀

“ You forget the name of whom I am an Avatar of. Let this be a kind reminder before I turn your bone to ash. “

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ── ⋆⋅ ⚘ ⋅⋆ ── ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ * mutuals only -- mains call ﹑canons & OCs welcome ﹑tagging includes quote bots, random interactions, media, and so forth ﹑ priority response upon addition to the list ⁎ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

Oh we need to all vote Storm for the next Hellfire Gala costume!

A cute Storm 🤍🖤🌪⚡️ #MarvelTokon

Where dreams never end…

the faint crackled electricity along her shoulders, and she does not look back at the man as she speaks. "we are not roaring leopards today. we are done. and 'done' is a far more dangerous word than any growl. come, husband. the skies over Wakanda have better company to offer.”

“you assumed he possessed the sense to hear 'no' the first time. that was not a mistake of yours.” “some men hear the wind howl and still believe they can command it to be still. let him leave today with that lesson ringing in his ears." she rises from her chair.

she places a gentle hand on his arm, her touch both a grounding and a quiet warning. but her gaze remains soft when it meets his—before shifting to ice as it finds the other man across the table. "no apologies necessary, my king.“